You made the trees grow leaves
within the seasons and the bees
the wind that made them dance
unlocked a moments treasure
it looked like birds that play
and joy for every color
that would portrait
a song in inner silence
a moment I could grab
not with my hands but
capture deep inside this hut
I felt like miracle
one tiny little note
so speechless stood a human soul
no reason for a quote
my graditude was wide awake
nor did I wish
neither felt the seasons shake
and here we are
awaiting just another day
for just another moment
this miracle could make us feel
and not just say
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Robert Fischaleck.
Published on e-Stories.org on 30.05.2010.
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